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Alone With Everybody
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Alone With Everybody

Poem By Charles Bukowski

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
but keep
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else

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With this poem, it's not true but it's a true feeling. He even makes reference in his 'Aliens' piece that there are people who live in good health, with good family lives, and comfortably all around for the duration of life until dying a peaceful death during sleep. In Bukowski's life, the landfills and graveyards were the only thing that grew with any consistency. It's that sad, uncomfortable reality that most of us on earth never find a 'one' that he processed in his way.
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Bukowski nails the hopelessness of the search for peace and love......it's the futile search.